Page 59 of Blinding Light

Cyprian moaned.

Moargan chuckled inside his mouth, the sound driving him crazy. His hand crept up and he let it draw over Moargan’s back and down to the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“Can I—can I touch you?”

Moargan gave him a last peck on his lips and smiled. “Always, littleaeon. Let me move up.” With Cyprian’s hand still lingering, Moargan crawled onto him, straddling his chest and reorganizing his pillow, making him lay straighter up. Then he pulled out his cock and pressed Cyprian’s fingers around it. He smirked when Cyprian pinched his lips in concentration and tightened his grip. His cock was heavy, flushed, and wet at the tip. Crawling a hand beneath Cyprian’s neck, Moargan pushed him forward. “You have no idea how long last night was.”

Cyprian opened his mouth and tasted the wet crown, moaning as the salty scent teased his tongue.

“Knowing that you were laying there, next to me. At mymercy. I can hear your heartbeat, littleaeon, hear it beat like crazy for me. Suck my dick, lover, and drink it all down.”

Moargan thrust up and Cyprian struggled to accommodate the sudden intrusion. That made the Imperial laugh. The gems on his incisors flared violet and he tilted his head back and grabbed Cyprian’s hair to keep him still. Rocking his hips with powerful thrusts, he started to fuck Cyprian’s mouth.

Cyprian moaned as he sucked hard, feeling precum and saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth. His eyes watered when Moargan hit the back of his throat, and he gagged, intoxicated by the sight of Moargan’s grinding hips, his firm, tanned skin, and the abs that were clearly visible. He came with a snarl, filling Cyprian’s mouth and throat with his release. “Drink it,aeon. Swallow it all.”

He did his best, swallowing and pumping at the same time as he emptied every last drop of Moargan’s spent cock. When they finally stilled, Moargan let out a long, satisfied sigh and stretched his arms in the air, showing off his strong, sculpted chest and stomach. He smiled down at Cyprian and slowly pulled his softening cock out of his mouth.

“Hmm. What a way to wake up. I could get used to that.” He stepped off of bed and headed for the window.

Cyprian watched as Moargan lit a cigarette. His own cock felt painfully hard. “Moargan,” he begged. “I want, I need?—”

Moargan smiled and crooked his finger. “Come here then and feed me your dick.”

Cyprian’s knees almost buckled when he approached the window. Moargan sat slumped back against the glass and peered up at him with mischief in those amethyst eyes. He exhaled red smoke, flicked his cigarette away, then slowly slid down to his knees and opened his mouth. Waiting.

“Good light,” Cyprian choked. Then he leaned forward and placed the tip of his cock inside the waiting lips. Moarganhummed in approval, closing around Cyprian’s weeping erection. “I won’t last,” he rasped.

Moargan took him to the back of his throat in perfect, tight suction, then reached out to cup his balls. Squeezing and rubbing, they drew up in his hold. Cyprian moaned, feeling delirious, as he rocked back and forth in Moargan’s mouth. His hand searched for Moargan’s, and when they connected, the Imperial used his other fingers to stroke his dick faster and faster while his tongue flicked over his slit. The buzzing sensation started in the tips of his toes and trickled up to his head, making Cyprian’s eyes roll back. He came with a shout, desire like molten fire. Moargan sat back, cleaning his cock with lazy swipes of his tongue, until Cyprian felt his heart rate slow and turn back to normal.

“Oh, fuck,” he rasped.

“Oh, fuck indeed.” Moargan wiggled his eyebrows. “You were delicious. Now.” He got up and gave Cyprian a last peck on his lips. “Let’s get dressed for the arena.” He checked his multi-slate for messages.

“The arena?”

Moargan looked up. “Heliant’s Aureate. Or have you forgotten?”

“No, I just didn’t think you’d require my presence.”

He didn’twantto be present.

“You didn’t think I’d take my Royal Consort out during the weekend?” Moargan chuckled. “Everyone will be there. Plus, it’s free entrance for the public.”

“Everyone?” He had never been inside an arena. “What will actually happen to Theo?”

“Uh uh, pretty boy. Question time is over.” Moargan walked toward the dressing room and came back with a pile of clothes. “We need to get changed and ready. I’ve got you something special for the occasion.”

Tossing the garments on the bed, Cyprian swallowed as helooked at the leather pants, tank top, and white cloak. He remembered them well.

Seeing it laid out for him did funny things to his insides.

“Are you sure about those leathers? They seem a little tight.”

“They will be a close fit. Don’t worry though, you’ll only be wearing those for show.”

“W-what do you mean?”

Moargan looked smug. “You’ll see.” Putting on his outfit and white robe, he leaned in and brushed their lips together. “I’ll let you get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen,aeon.”

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